The inner workings of a precocious little "woman."
Tristin- "Mommy what's that?"
Me- "It's a fire extinguisher."
Tristin- "Will it sting me?"
Me- "No it is for fires."
Tristin- "Why would you want to sting a fire?"
Tristin- "Mommy we need to go see granddaddy at the hospital today. The doctor cut his knee off and pushed a new one in."
Me- "We will go see him after school today."
Tristin- "Since he is getting a new knee can I have his old one?"